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She's Hungry | WayneWax | 6

 

She languidly kisses you with the coffee heavy on her breath as she rubs your sore but willing cock through the front of your slacks.

"Mmmm, you're already getting hard for me, sweet heart," she coos. "That's what I like about you."

And with that she plops to her knees and looks up at you mischievously.

"Can your boner come out and play?"

You chuckle quietly as she unbuckles and unzips your pants, leaning against the counter for support.

Freeing your erection, she takes another sip of coffee and wraps her warmed and moistened lips around it.

As much as you ache, you can't help but enjoy the show she's putting on - groaning and sighing as her face rides your tense member. She continues to take little drinks of her coffee to keep her mouth warm, and loosens her bathrobe to free her breasts for fondling.

After a few minutes of this she intensifies her massaging of your cock and looks up at you with an idea.

"Remember, baby," she orders. "I want your cream in my coffee." And with that she holds her cup in front of your cock. "Shoot it right in here and I'll drink it up."

She dips your throbbing member into the very warm coffee and sucks it some more.

"Mmmm, that's so good," she gasps. "I'm going to need to drink my coffee like this every morning."

With a few more strokes you can't take anymore and a little cum shoots out of you onto her face.

She squeals and points your firing cock into her mug and collects the rest of your jism.

When you're done, she smiles and swirls the cum around in her coffee. Closing her eyes to savor the flavor (and still holding onto your cock), she tips the cup to her lips and noisily swallows the "creamed" coffee with slow gulps, sighing when finished.

 

What now?


          Go to work (gotta put food in the table...)

          Call in sick . . . fucking is more important than food

 
 
 

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